كلمات Roots

Still remember those early days Was it some kind of high? We were counting the cars away I found your head upon my side Disbelief in what could be But we held on to what we feel Lives have grown roots around each other We both know the truth is we don't really care To find any room to doubt each other We’re tied by the roots of whatever we share Who says bad times would tire our feet? Who says bad times would tire our feet? Who says bad times would tire our feet? Who says bad times Then came rolling in these troubles Life caught us by surprise Underneath all the rubble You still stayed by my side Lives have grown roots around each other We both know the truth is we don't really care To find any room to doubt each other We're tied by the roots of whatever we share Lives have grown roots around each other We both know the truth is we don't really care To find any room to doubt each other We're tied by the roots of whatever we share